Poems by Mary Barber
To Mr. Rose;
... may please, With flowing Numbers, and an easy Phrase ...
Verses Sent To A Lady, Who Took Delight In Ridiculing A Person
... Nor, while the Wretched you sustain, ...
To a Lady, Who Valu'd Herself on Speaking Her Mind in a Blunt Manner, Which She Call'd Being Sincere
... splay, A virtue wond'rous rare !Nor value, tho' the world should say, You're rude, so you're sincere ...
Written for my Son, and Spoken by Him at his First Putting on Breeches
... at nature did to man deny :Weak Viceroy ! Who thy pow'r will own,When Custom has usurp'd thy throne ...
Written for my Son, and Spoken by Him in School, upon his Master's First Bringing in a Rod
... ay I live to hail the day,When boys shall go to school to play !To grammar rules we'll bid defiance ...
